I feel like I'm losing you and I'm scared.

Once again, I leave this blog neglected. So much has happened in the past two years and none of it seems relevant to what is going on today.

This weekend you kids came over and we sat around the dinner table for some good ol' Mac & Cheese. During our dinner conversation, Brighton, you brought up the comment of how Mom in her personal study made the comment: "It's very unlikely your father is going to survive Armageddon."

I can't tell you how upset that comment made me. I can't believe that your mother would tell you that I am going to die. It's wrong on so many levels since I can't help but think that I'm some sort of temporary person in the kid's minds.

This whole being an unbelieving father while watching you kids be raised in that environment is such a tightrope act. I desperately want to save you from the harm that upbringing causes, but at the same time, I don't want to cause the trauma that comes with learning that what you believe is wrong. A small child shouldn't worry of such things, but I'm finding that I can't just sit back and let things happen. This whole thing scares me terribly.

Amelia is now beginning to ask why I don't serve Jehovah and I feel like the kids are pressing for me to become a Witness because the "end is close". It's amazing the power and influence that teaching has on my kids and it's making it so hard to not want to metaphorically beat whoever is teaching this garbage with a chair.